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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.