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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Franke,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.