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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.