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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.