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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.