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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.