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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.