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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Yazoo 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Index,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.