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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
cv313,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.