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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.