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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.