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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
UT,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.