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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.