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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.