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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.