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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Wings,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.