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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.