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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.