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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
cv313,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.