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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.