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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Wings,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.