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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Sherman 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Move,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.