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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Ludus,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.