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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Make Up 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.