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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.