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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 kango's stein massive 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.