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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.