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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.