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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Monks to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.