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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.