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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Five Americans 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.