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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.