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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.