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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.