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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.