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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.