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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.