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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.