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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
The Move,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.