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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
UT,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.