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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Can,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.