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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.