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 Japan 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.