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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Zapp,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Index,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.