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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.