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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.