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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne 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?
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.