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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.