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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.