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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.