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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Standells to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.