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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Cymande,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.