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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.