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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.