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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Organ,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Skaos,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.