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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.