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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.