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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.