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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.