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 Palau 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.