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 Gabon and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.