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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.