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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.