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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.