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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.