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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.