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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.