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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.