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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Organ,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.