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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.