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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.