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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.