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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.