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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.