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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.