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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.