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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.