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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Accadde A 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.