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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.