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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
AZ,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.