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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
AZ,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
New Order,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.