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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.