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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.