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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.