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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.