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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.