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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.