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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.