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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.