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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Franke,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.