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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.