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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.