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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.