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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.