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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.