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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
10cc,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.