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 Andorra 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.