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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.