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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.