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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Symarip 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.