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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.