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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
The Names,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.