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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Television,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.