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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Association to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.