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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 10cc to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.