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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Technova,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
The Evens,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.