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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Skriet 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 jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.