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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
X-101,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
MDC,
New Order,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.