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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Magma to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.