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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.