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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.