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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Cluster,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.