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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.