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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.