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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.