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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.