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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.