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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.