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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.