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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.