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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.