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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.