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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 the Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.