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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.