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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.