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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
The Names,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.