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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Television,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.