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 Congo 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.