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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.