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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.