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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
PIL,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.