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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.