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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Martian,
The Victims,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.