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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.