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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.