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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.