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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.