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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.