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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.