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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Erasure,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.