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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.