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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.