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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.