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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vogues to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.