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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
The Saints,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.