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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.