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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.