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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.