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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.