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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.