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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.