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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Index,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.