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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.