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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.