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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.