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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.