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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
The Index,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.