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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.