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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.