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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.