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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.