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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.