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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.