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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.