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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.