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 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Sparks,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.