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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.