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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.