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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.