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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.