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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
PIL,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.