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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.