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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.