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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Wells to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.