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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.