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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.