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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.