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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.