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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.