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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.