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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.