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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters 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 jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.