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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.