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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.