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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.