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 Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.