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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
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.