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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Unwound,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.