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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Can,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.