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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.