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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.