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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Cameo,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.