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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Deakin to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.