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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.