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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Sonics,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.