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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.