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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Wire,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.