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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Aswad,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.