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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.