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 Finland 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.