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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.