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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.