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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.