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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Scion,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.