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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Ludus,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.