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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
JFA,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.