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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
PIL,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.