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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.