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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.