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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
MC5,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.