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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Magma,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.