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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 MDC to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.