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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.