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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Nas,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Move,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.