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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.