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 Sierra Leone 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.