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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.