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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.