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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.