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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.