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 Austria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.