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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.