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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.