Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.