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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.