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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.