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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.