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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth 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 crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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 Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.