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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 U.S. Maple 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.