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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.