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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.