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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.