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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.