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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.