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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Martian,
Q65,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.