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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Fear,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Franke,
Technova,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.