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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.