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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.