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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.