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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.