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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.