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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.