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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.