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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.