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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.