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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.