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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Crime,
Faust,
Hashim,
PIL,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.