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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.