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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.