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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.