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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.