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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.