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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.