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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.