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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.