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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.