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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.