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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.