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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.