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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.