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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.