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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
ABC,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.