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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.