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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Franke,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.