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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.