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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.