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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.