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 Japan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.