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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.