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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.