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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.