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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
MDC,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.