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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
The Index,
The Evens,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.