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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.