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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.