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 Niger 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.