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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.