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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.