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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.