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 Peru and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
DNA,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.