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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.