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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.