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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
UT,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.