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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.