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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.