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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.