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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.