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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
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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.