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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.