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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.