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 Djibouti 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.