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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
The Move,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.