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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.