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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Skriet,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.