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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.