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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.