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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.