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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.