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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.