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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.