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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.