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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.