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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.