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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.