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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.