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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.