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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.