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 Brunei and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.