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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.