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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.