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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.