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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.