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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.