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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.