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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.