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 St Lucia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.