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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
CMW,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.