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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.