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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.