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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Ronan,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.