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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.