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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Index,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.