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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Cluster,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.