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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 JFA to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Brick,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.