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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.