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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Wire,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Names,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.