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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
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.