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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.