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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
The Move,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.