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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
JFA,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.