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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.