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 Korea South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.