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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.