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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Index,
Wire,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.