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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.