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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.