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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.