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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.