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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.