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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.