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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.