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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.