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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
MDC,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.