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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.