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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.