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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Scion,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Japan,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.