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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.