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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.