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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Gories,
Wings,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.