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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.