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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
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.