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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.