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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.