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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.