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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Ituana,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.