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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Nico,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.