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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.