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 Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.