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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.