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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.