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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.