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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.