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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.