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 Malaysia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.