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 Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.