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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.