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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Nas to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Can,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.