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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.