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 India and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.