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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Section 25,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.