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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.