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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
UT,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.