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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.