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 Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.