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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Crime,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.