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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.