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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.