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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Brick,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.