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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Mars,
John Cale,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.