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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.