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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.