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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
X-101,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.