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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.