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 China and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.