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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.