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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.