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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
PIL,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.