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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Mummies to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.