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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.