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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.