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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.