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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
MDC,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.