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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.