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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.