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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
CMW,
Hashim,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.