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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.