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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swell Maps 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.