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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.