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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.