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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.