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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.