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 Brunei and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.