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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.