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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.