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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.