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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.