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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
the Association,
The Index,
Television,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.