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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
The Index,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Faust,
Television,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.