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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.