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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
UT,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.