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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.