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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
the Normal,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.