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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Organ,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.