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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
The Saints,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.