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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.