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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Flipper 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.