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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.