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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.