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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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?
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.