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 Sri Lanka 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Television,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.