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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
DNA,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.