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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.