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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.