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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight 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?
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.