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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.