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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.