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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Index,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.