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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.