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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.