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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
JFA,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
X-102,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.