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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Mars,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.