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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.