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 Italy 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.