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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
June Days,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.