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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.