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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.