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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.