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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.