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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.