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 Africa 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.