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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.