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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Crime,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.