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 France and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.