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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.