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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.