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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.