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 Italy and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.