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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.