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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.