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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.