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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.