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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 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 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.