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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.