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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.