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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.