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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Neu!,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.