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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.