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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.