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 Cuba 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.