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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.