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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.