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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.