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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Japan,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.