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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Monks,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.