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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.