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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Smog,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.