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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.