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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.