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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
The Move,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.