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 Gambia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
The Busters,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.