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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Flipper,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.