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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.