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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Moebius,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.