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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.