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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Oblivians,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.