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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Main Source,
X-101,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.