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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.