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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.