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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.