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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.