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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.