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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.