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 United Kingdom 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.