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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.