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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.