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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Sound,
The Cure,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.