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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.