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 China and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.