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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.