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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ludus 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.