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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.