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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.