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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.