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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.