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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.