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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Monolake 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.