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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Slave,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.