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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
The Names,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.