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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.