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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.