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 Lagos.
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 Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.