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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.