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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.