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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.