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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
X-102,
CMW,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.