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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Franke to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.