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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.