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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Swans,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.