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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.