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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.