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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The Index,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.