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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.